Poetry from the land of waves

A storm is brewing 

Dancing and Shoaling in the fiery seas,

The waves finally embrace the rocky shores.

O listen! Mighty and the tall, young and the aged, swell and the windsea!

All break and retreat. 

So is it now all this show to exit? 

As if the silence was broken only to end in a fading foam,

Leaving behind a footprint among the worlds' sands. 

I walked up the shore, sans pride, sans grief. 

Aish

Dec 26, 2020